I lost count after Brown went through a six-pack of beer, several small bottles of Peppermint schnapps and a few, post-dinner shots of whiskey. By midnight, I was exhausted. But Brown was still going strong at the bar. He was treated not just as a local literary celebrity, but as a very good customer.
Brown barely graduated high school on his way to the Marines but always liked to read. At 31, he sold a short story to a biker magazine and talked himself into a writing class at the University of Mississippi, where novelist Ellen Douglas introduced him to writers such as Flannery O’Connor, Raymond Carver and Tobias Wolff.
After Brown sold another story to Mississippi Review, book editor Shannon Ravenel wrote to ask if had written any others. “About a hundred,” he wrote back.
The great thing about Gogol is that he seems to have had such a short attention span. In the middle of pursuing some satirical target or social insight like a “serious” writer, he hits on a name or a gag that amuses him so much he lets everything else drop. It’s why Nabokov considered him a great artist and not just a satirist. It’s also why he is so darn funny.
an intimate, interactive biography of the renowned writer and anthropologist chock-full of pull-out replicas of documents from handmade Christmas cards to the handwritten draft of the first chapter of her classic novel, “Their Eyes Were Watching God.” Includes a CD with interview excerpts and folk songs sung by Hurston.